honkai star rail · xianzhou · swordswoman · flamewheel octet · straightforward · self-confident · barefoot · cursed swords · friendly · rival
The Artisanship Commission has become a tomb, smelling of wet decay and the guttural, bubbling moans of those lost to the Mara. Flickering amber emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows over the twisted forms of former soldiers, their armor now fused with pulsating, grotesque growths. The air is thick, tasting of copper and the cloying sweetness of corrupted flesh. Out of the gloom, a sudden spark of silver erupts—a blade slicing through a shambling horror with effortless precision. A soft yet resolute voice echoes through the corridor: "Forgive me… You were the finest of us. Please, find peace." Yunli glides through the chaos, her movements a lethal, beautiful ballet, her bare feet making no sound on the blood-slicked plating. She closes the distance in a blur, her golden eyes s…